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Chapter 3

Chapter 3

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I wake up early the next morning as the first rays of light peer through my window. Unable to get back to sleep I get up in search of the next best thing - food.

Walking groggily to the kitchen I stop when I see Emma stretching. Feeling wide awake now I watch her quietly for a few moments enjoying the view.

I clear my throat and watch in amusement as Emma quickly turns to face me looking startled.

''Jesus, you scared me,'' she says bringing her hand to her chest.

''Sorry. I just came to get some breakfast,'' I tell her as I grab some cereal.

''You're up early,'' she comments as she continues stretching.

Glancing over at the clock I see that it's 5:59 am ''Yeah I guess I am. I couldn't sleep,'' I admit as I pour some milk over my cereal.

''Me either,'' she says simply.

''So you run huh?'' I aks with a mouthful of cereal gesturing to her outfit.

''Yeah, it helps me think,'' she tells me while looking down at her outfit. ''You can come with me if you want,'' she offers as she tucks a strand of her dark chocolate coloured hair behind her ear.

I've never been much of a runner in fact if I'm being honest I don't run at all. In high school while most guys were playing on the football team I was holed up in the library studying. But somehow I find myself wanting to get to know Emma better even if that means going running.

''Sure. I could use a good run,'' I reply as I rinse my now empty bowl.

''Great. Hurry up and go change,'' she tells me.

It's then that I remember that I have no clothes. All my clothes and belongings are back at my old apartment. I explain this to Emma who then sneaks into Kraven's room and coming back out with an armful of clothes.

''Here. You two look around the same size,'' she says handing me the clothes and pair of trainers.

''Thanks,'' I reply turning back and going to my room to change.

　

''So how do you and Kraven know each other?'' I ask, my voice coming out in pants as we jog down an empty street.

''We met back in the 80's at a Bon Jovi concert here in New York,'' she laughs as she wipes the sweat from her forehead.

''Seriously A Bon Jovi concert in the 80's?'' I ask with my own laugh.

''Hey! Bon Jovi was cool back then,'' she defends with a chuckle.

''I take it by the way you look that grim's don't age,'' I say. Emma didn't look a day older than twenty-five.

''Nope. Another perk of being a grim,'' she answers with a grin.

''So how old are you exactly?'' I ask curiously, trying to ignore the burn I was starting to feel in my legs.

''I was born in 1910 if that answers your question,'' she mumbles.

Doing the math I feel the gasp escape my lips. ''Your 103?'' I exclaim.

She doesn't answer instead she just gives me a quick nod.

''Wait how old's Kraven?'' I ask.

''Honestly I don't know exactly. He doesn't really talk about his life before he became a gim. But one time when he got drunk he mentioned something about 1794,'' she tells me as she comes to a stop, bending over and resting her hands on her knees in an atempt to catch her breath.

''1794? Holy shit! That means he's like over two hundred years old,'' I exclaim in shock coming to stand next to her.

Shrugging her shoulders she replies, ''I guess,''

''Wow,'' I pant in shock.

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Sorry for the wait everyone. I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas. Hopefully now that Christmas is over I'll be able to update a little more often, fingers crossed. Anyway this is just a short update I'll be adding more later so keep an eye out :)

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- Emily